Shayan Nabeel

“بیا تا قدر یک دیگر بدانیم
که تا ناگه ز یک دیگر نمانیم

چو مؤمن آینه مؤمن یقین شد
چرا با آینه ما روگرانیم

کریمان جان فدای دوست کردند
سگی بگذار ما هم مردمانیم

فسون قل اعوذ و قل هو الله
چرا در عشق همدیگر نخوانیم

غرض‌ها تیره دارد دوستی را
غرض‌ها را چرا از دل نرانیم

گهی خوشدل شوی از من که میرم
چرا مرده پرست و خصم جانیم

چو بعد از مرگ خواهی آشتی کرد
همه عمر از غمت در امتحانیم

کنون پندار مردم آشتی کن
که در تسلیم ما چون مردگانیم

چو بر گورم بخواهی بوسه دادن
رخم را بوسه ده کاکنون همانیم

خمش کن مرده وار ای دل ازیرا
به هستی متهم ما زین زبانیم”
― Rumi, دیوان كلیات شمس تبریزی

“The intelligent desire self-control; children want candy.”
― Rumi

“Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.”
― Rumi

“What can I do, Dear Ones ?
I do not know myself.

I am neither Christian nor Jew,
neither Magian nor Muslim,

I am not from east or west,
not from land or sea,

not from the shafts of nature
nor from the spheres of the firmament,

not of the earth, not of water,
not of air, not of fire.

I am not from the highest heaven,
not from this world,
not from existence, not from being.

I am not from India, not from China,
not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin,
not from the realm of the two Iraqs,
not from the land of Khurasan.

I am not from the world, not from beyond,
not from heaven and not from hell.

I am not from Adam, not from Eve,
not from paradise and not from Ridwan.

My place is placeless, my trace is traceless,
no body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls.

I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one.
One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.

He is the first, he is the last,
he is the outer, he is the inner.
Beyond He and He is I know no other.

I am drunk from the cup of love,
the two worlds have escaped me.
I have no concern but carouse and rapture.

If one day in my life I spend a moment without you
from that hour and that time I would repent my life.

If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you
I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.

O Beloved , I am so tipsy here in this world,
I have no tale to tell but tipsiness and rapture.”
― Rumi, The Essential Rumi